Title: Be My Hero
Summary: Uses events from the flashbacks in the episode 4x13 "After School Special." The year is 1997, and Sam and Dean are attending their fourth school this year. Dean isn't happy, until he meets a girl who enters his life, changes it forever, and, like a shooting star, is just as quickly gone. Dean is rudely awakened by the real world. Another Winchester love story. Dean/OC. Dean – 18. Sam – 14.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or anything appearing in the show.
Warnings: Language, an original character, and possible out-of-characterness
Chapter One
January, 1997 Morningside, Maryland
Dean Winchester pulled the 1967 Impala into a vacant parking spot, Metellica blaring from the speakers. Several students stopped to stare as they walked past.
"Shit, I hate school," he declared, banging the steering wheel with his fist. Four schools in five months. That had to be some sort of record, right?
"Maybe this one will be better…"
"Yeah, right, Sammy." Their last school, Truman High, had been an experience Dean would rather forget.
It had felt so right, her lips aggressive against his, the secluded janitor's closet. But then, out of nowhere, Amanda had opened the door. How the hell had she known he was in there, anyways? Dean had tried to weasel his way out, like a trapped animal, "She doesn't mean anything to me, baby." He couldn't even remember the other girl's name.
"I thought, maybe, under your whole I-could-give-a-crap, bad boy thing that there was something more going on," she had said. "I mean, like the way you are with your brother? But I was wrong. You spend so much time trying to convince people that you're cool but…it's just an act." And then the kicker, "We both know you're just a sad, lonely little kid. And I feel sorry for you, Dean." Ouch.
She had walked away with her two friends – that stupid audience of hers as she had cut him down, and made him look like the villain. But she didn't know anything, damn it! He saved lives! He was a hero! He was the reason her nightmares never came to life. Who was she to talk to him like that?
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"We should go now."
"Yeah." Dean looked at his little brother in the passenger seat, pulling himself together. This was just as hard for Sam as it was for him. "You're right."
The school was a small brick building, two stories high, which housed 250 students from grades seven through twelve. Man, was this town small. There was no way they could go unnoticed.
The brothers found their way to the main office easy enough. "Well, good morning," a plump secretary greeted. "Ya'll must be the Winchester boys. Welcome aboard! As you can probably tell, we don't get many new kids around here."
"Really?" Dean muttered sarcastically under his breath, "I never would have guessed."
"These are your class schedules. If ya need anything at all, just holler." Another smart remark formed of Dean's tongue, but Sam answered first.
"Yes, ma'am. Thank-you." God, the kid was polite. "I have science first. What about you?"
Dean glanced briefly at his timetable, uninterested. "English."
"Cool." The first bell rang, and students began filtering in. "I'll see you later."
"Sam, I'll meet you at the car straight after school." He raised an eyebrow, making sure he got the point. Overprotective as always.
"Sure, Dean."
"Don't get into any trouble."
"Don't flip off any teachers."
Dean laughed, "I'm not making any promises.
BeMyHero
English 12 turned out to be on the second floor, beside the library. Dean slid into the first empty chair he saw, released a heavy sigh, and closed his eyes.
"Excuse me, but you are sitting in my seat."
"So, sit somewhere else." He was not in the mood to be friendly.
"Fat chance, buddy." Dean opened an eye and inspected the girl in front of him. Her long brown hair fell past her shoulders. She had a pretty face, and shocking hazel eyes. And, although her blue jeans and blouse were extremely modest, he had to admit she was absolutely beautiful.
"Would you please move?"
He didn't reply, watching her reaction instead. He studied her intently. Over the years he had learned to read people very well. It came with the territory.
"Look, there's a free spot next to Tiffany, over there. I'm sure you would enjoy that."
"Who's Tiffany?" she had his attention now.
"The blonde. She's head cheerleader." The girl pointed across the room. Dean turned and scanned the crowd, following the line of her finger.
Tiffany turned out to be a smokin' blue eyed blonde in a cheerleading uniform. He could tell she was definitely his type – perky, curvy, and hot.
Dean debated slightly for an entire second, until finally he picked up his book bag, and headed over. He glanced over his shoulder momentarily, just quick enough to see the disappointment flash across the brunette's face before she sat down. He had proved her correct.
"Hey," Dean greeted, slipping smoothly into the chair directly beside the cheerleader. "Dean Winchester."
"Tiffany Cotton," she answered, biting her lip, and looking him up and down. Maybe this school won't be so bad after all, he thought. "We don't get many new kids in these parts."
"So I've noticed."
"You know I could show you around sometime." Tiffany leaned forward in her seat. "Help you get to know the school."
"And by that she means, the back of her throat," a guy in a letterman's jacket chimed in, plopping into the desk in front of Dean. "Geez, girl, let the man settle in first. Check out the other chicks. You're such a skank, Tiff."
"Oh, shut up jerk. We all know why you and Brittany skipped study hall yesterday."
The newcomer laughed, and extending his hand to Dean said, "Hey dude, name's Greg Spence."
"Dean Winchester. Nice to meet you."
"Rumor is you and your brother move around a lot, attended a lot of schools."
"Fourth this year."
"Sweet, dude. Been trapped in this shithole my whole life. What brings you to a small town like Morningside?"
"Well, uh, my Dad-" thankfully, he was cut off by the final bell, and the rest of the students hurried in, followed by the teacher.
"Good morning, class. Good to see you. Looks like we've got some fresh blood with us. You must be Dean Winchester."
"Yes, sir."
"Well, welcome to our little school. I am the English teacher, Mr. Christie."
"He makes good cookies," a voice in the back offered, earning an outburst of laughter.
"Pipe down, Martin. We'll see whose laughing when I give you a 5000 word essay on Shakespeare's use of iambic pentameter."
"Sorry."
"Sure you are, Chuckles. Anyhow, Dean, I hope you enjoy your time with us."
Stealing a glance at Tiffany he answered, "Thank-you, sir. I'm sure I will."
To Be Continued...
Short, but hey, it's only the beginning =P
Hope you liked.
BCA
